After the blackout there was darkness in the streets

Practice made perfect. Raumr believed in that whole-heartedly. If he wanted to rise above the rest and make a name for himself, he would have to be capable. Not only of defending himself, but defending others. Plus, he was accustomed to sparring with other large felines, not canines. Wolves were a whole different can of worms to be sprung open and figured out.

Stepping across the Battlefield, his fiery amber gaze swept the desolate field as his massive paws prowled him forward. Always on the defense, always aware, it wouldn't take him long to find an opponent. Approaching the girl with a relaxed smile crinkling his scarred lips, he gave her a greeting nod. "I will accept. You may have the first move," his deepened honey sweet tones fill the space between them.

Raumr Regalus, the Third